Mary Hamilton Lyrics

Song	Mary Hamilton
Artist	Joan Baez
Album	Joan Baez: First Album
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	作曲 : Joan Baez
	作词 : Joan Baez
	Mary Hamilton
	Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall
	And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all
	That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe
	To the highest Stuart of all
	Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
	Arise and tell to me
	What thou hast done with thy wee babe
	I saw and heard weep by thee
	I put him in a tiny boat
	And cast him out to sea
	That he might sink or he might swim
	But he'd never come back to me
	Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton
	Arise and come with me
	There is a wedding in Glasgow town
	This night we'll go and see
	She put not on her robes of black
	Nor her robes of brown
	But she put on her robes of white
	To ride into Glasgow town
	And as she rode into Glasgow town
	The city for to see
	The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife
	Cried Alack and alas for thee
	You need not weep for me she cried
	You need not week for me
	For had I not slain my own wee babe
	This death I would not dee
	Oh little did my mother think
	When first she cradled me
	The lands I was to travel in
	And the death I was to dee
	Last night I washed the Queen's feet
	And put the gold in her hair
	And the only reward I find for this
	The gallows to be my share
	Cast off cast off my gown she cried
	But let my petticoat be
	And tie a napkin round my face
	The gallows I would not see
	Then by them come the king himself
	Looked up with a pitiful eye
	Come down come down Mary Hamillton
	Tonight you will dine with me
	Oh hold your tongue my sovereign liege
	And let your folly be
	For if you'd a mind to save my life
	You'd never have shamed me here
	Last night there were four marys
	tonight there'll be but three
	T'was Mary Beaton nd Mary Seton
	And Mary Carmichael and me.

	zuo qu : Joan Baez
	zuo ci : Joan Baez
	Mary Hamilton
	Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall
	And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that' s the worst of all
	That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe
	To the highest Stuart of all
	Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
	Arise and tell to me
	What thou hast done with thy wee babe
	I saw and heard weep by thee
	I put him in a tiny boat
	And cast him out to sea
	That he might sink or he might swim
	But he' d never come back to me
	Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton
	Arise and come with me
	There is a wedding in Glasgow town
	This night we' ll go and see
	She put not on her robes of black
	Nor her robes of brown
	But she put on her robes of white
	To ride into Glasgow town
	And as she rode into Glasgow town
	The city for to see
	The bailiff' s wife and the provost' s wife
	Cried Alack and alas for thee
	You need not weep for me she cried
	You need not week for me
	For had I not slain my own wee babe
	This death I would not dee
	Oh little did my mother think
	When first she cradled me
	The lands I was to travel in
	And the death I was to dee
	Last night I washed the Queen' s feet
	And put the gold in her hair
	And the only reward I find for this
	The gallows to be my share
	Cast off cast off my gown she cried
	But let my petticoat be
	And tie a napkin round my face
	The gallows I would not see
	Then by them come the king himself
	Looked up with a pitiful eye
	Come down come down Mary Hamillton
	Tonight you will dine with me
	Oh hold your tongue my sovereign liege
	And let your folly be
	For if you' d a mind to save my life
	You' d never have shamed me here
	Last night there were four marys
	tonight there' ll be but three
	T' was Mary Beaton nd Mary Seton
	And Mary Carmichael and me.

	zuò qǔ : Joan Baez
	zuò cí : Joan Baez
	Mary Hamilton
	Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall
	And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that' s the worst of all
	That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe
	To the highest Stuart of all
	Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
	Arise and tell to me
	What thou hast done with thy wee babe
	I saw and heard weep by thee
	I put him in a tiny boat
	And cast him out to sea
	That he might sink or he might swim
	But he' d never come back to me
	Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton
	Arise and come with me
	There is a wedding in Glasgow town
	This night we' ll go and see
	She put not on her robes of black
	Nor her robes of brown
	But she put on her robes of white
	To ride into Glasgow town
	And as she rode into Glasgow town
	The city for to see
	The bailiff' s wife and the provost' s wife
	Cried Alack and alas for thee
	You need not weep for me she cried
	You need not week for me
	For had I not slain my own wee babe
	This death I would not dee
	Oh little did my mother think
	When first she cradled me
	The lands I was to travel in
	And the death I was to dee
	Last night I washed the Queen' s feet
	And put the gold in her hair
	And the only reward I find for this
	The gallows to be my share
	Cast off cast off my gown she cried
	But let my petticoat be
	And tie a napkin round my face
	The gallows I would not see
	Then by them come the king himself
	Looked up with a pitiful eye
	Come down come down Mary Hamillton
	Tonight you will dine with me
	Oh hold your tongue my sovereign liege
	And let your folly be
	For if you' d a mind to save my life
	You' d never have shamed me here
	Last night there were four marys
	tonight there' ll be but three
	T' was Mary Beaton nd Mary Seton
	And Mary Carmichael and me.

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